Until Dawn Butterfly Effects Novels & Stories

It looked like a solid wall of black glass, towering higher than the fifteen-story hotels on the boardwalk, moving with a terrifying, silent speed toward the heart of the city. ​The coastal villa. Marcus’s perfect, reinforced five-million-dollar sanctuary. It would have been hit first. Right now, Marcus was likely realizing, in total, blinding dark, that his security teams and his stolen supplies were trapped inside a beautiful cage with no exit. ​A cold sense of victory flared in Vivian’s chest, but it was instantly snuffed out by a sudden realization that made her blood turn to ice. The timeline has completely fractured. In her memories of the future, this first coastal breach shouldn't ha

"I am tied to this body as long as I don't recover the utmost control I had over time. " The rays from the sun blasted my naked eyes as I looked up at his face. "What do you mean by; you had? If you no longer have control over time, then what the hell is still keeping the world spinning? " "In just a matter of time, Tyre, The world will stop spinning. We can prevent that by taking immediate actions, " he said. "How does that have anything to do with me? " Roofing sheets began to shiver, the blue sky turned purple and lighting shook the ground. I staggered to my feet, looking at all the abnormalities occurring around me. He then released a holographic structure of the earth from his hands, de

The valley was already glowing gold. Not the soft, creeping light of natural dawn. This was theatrical. Obvious. A blazing, impossible sunrise that painted the mountains in liquid fire and spilled across the rooftops like a stage entrance. Birds, thoroughly confused, had begun singing an hour early. Wolves were howling at the wrong time, their internal clocks thrown into chaos. Luna blinked. "Did the planet glitch?" Dante appeared beside her, coffee in hand, his expression one of dry, amused resignation. He'd clearly already heard. "No. Your former mate committed atmospheric bribery."

“You couldn’t have called earlier or later?” Chuckling at the rebuke, Dawn apologised lightly. “I lost track of time,” he explained simply, taking Jericho by surprise. “You? Lose track of time? What happened?” There were only a handful of instances when Dawn lost track of time, all due to the influence of drugs. Could Ricardo have employed an assassin to sneak drugs and kill Dawn? That traitorous bastard was acting much sooner than expected! Jericho had half a mind to close the bar for the night when Dawn explained how he was sidetracked babysitting his saviour.

37: Royals Dawn is rolling on the bed, it’s now morning but she can’t even sleep. She can’t polish a plan B, if her plan A didn’t go through. A loud knock from the door after a few minutes, she groaned and whined while walking towards the door to open it. “What took you so long?” Kritisha hissed. Dawn was surprised a little when she burst through her door.

Liam swallowed a lump in his throat and answered: “Then you will kiss him. That is all you can do for now. Let’s come up with a better plan at the perfect timing and we can think about how to get rid of your future fiancé without causing an international incident.” “Damn it, Liam. You are not helping me here!” I told him, although deep down I knew he was right. Once I was taught about the big effect that our actions could have, especially when you are the future sovereign of a kingdom. In fact, you never know what kind of consequences you could have for your choices, but some could be catastrophic. That was called the butterfly effect. Sometimes, I caught myself thinking if what I did with V

The children yawned, one by one, tugged into the lullaby like a tide. They obeyed. They lay down on warm white cushions. Their breaths settled. Their eyes drifted shut. And soon, only the soft sound of sleeping children filled the glowing chamber. Except Dawn. As soon as her eyes closed- she was pulled back into another dream. The children in white were waiting for her again. Smiling. Humming. And this time, the dream felt deeper. Older. As if the real awakening had only just begun. The moment Dawn fell asleep, the dream snapped open like a door she had always known how to unlock.

However, if he thought this could still threaten me now, he was wrong. Looking at the stubborn, almost smug expression on his face, I replied calmly, “It doesn’t matter. You have more than one mom anyway.” Spencer froze at my reply. He opened his mouth, a little flustered, and his eyes shimmered, as though tears were about to fall. Suddenly, he exploded. He yanked off the chain hanging around his neck and threw it straight into the ocean, bursting into tears. “I don’t want you anymore! You’re an evil woman!”

Elena watched patterns, understanding how favour and fear balanced in shadow economies. "Lot seventeen," the auctioneer announced. "Information on Project Moonfall—government program targeting supernatural communities. Bidding opens at fifty million or equivalent exchange." Elena's enhanced hearing caught accelerated heartbeats. Several supernaturals leaned forward, personal stakes obvious. She recognized opportunity. "PhantomByte offers alternative," she announced. "Not purchase, but trade. I'll decrypt and distribute Project Moonfall freely in exchange for collective favour…one minor assistance from everyone here, callable within five years."